dirty sanchez

Fingers stretch out,
Entwined they become,
Lips form a pout,
Kisses there are some;
Arms over shoulders,
Drifting to lower,
Over the neck line hovers,
Ploughing lightly as a mower;
Hands between,
Somewhat searching,
Not to be seen,
Thoughts are roving.

sigh.

auctioned

Sold. To the highest bidder.
Are these sales always the best?
Brought. To somewhere here, come hither.
Does it always have to be of this mess?

Analytical skill (less)

You. I miss you so.
Me. You miss me too.
Point. We are here now.
And yet, we miss each other.
Pity. This is so missing the point.

spoilt ingredient

Put the heat on, and let the water bubble,
Add in spices for the flavour,
Throw the meat in, make that double,
Complete the dish and hope you can savour;
Savour the chemistry that is all that it is,
Remember the innocence of the birds and the bees;
But hark, in comes confusion,
And all is for naught,
For in the wake of this intrusion,
All words become caught.